Finer Things - Young Chop, Lil Herb

I want the finer things

I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans

I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me

Straight from the block with me

Money is everything, money is everything

Bitches don’t mean shit to me

Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds

Don’t show no sympathy

Y’all niggas gettin' money and your team ain’t stuntin'

That don’t make sense to me

Money is everything

I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans

I prefer the finer things, I’ve been sayin' I wanna go so much

Tryna work, she ain’t got no time for me

Look at her with a smirk like

«Bitch you nuts, you weren’t on the grind with me

Now you just wanna shine with me

I ain’t got no time for you, that’s why you ain’t got no time for me»

Bitch just last year I was dead-ass broke

Spittin' all these rhymes for free

You wasn’t on me then

Now I’m countin' these bands, hoes wanna spend time with me

Mama told me son when you get up, hoes gon' come after me

But bitches don’t mean shit to me

Got a fuck bro just to get to me

I want the finer things

I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans

I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me

Straight from the block with me

Money is everything, money is everything

Bitches don’t mean shit to me

Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds

Don’t show no sympathy

Y’all niggas gettin' money and your team ain’t stuntin'

That don’t make sense to me

Money is everything

I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans

I can’t show no sympathy

Spendin' all this guap, buy lil' bro a Glock to kill all my enemies

And I know you heard when them M’s come through

There go them frenemies, them niggas can’t even get near me

Unless you was in the field with me

And niggas wasn’t out here in the field with me

My niggas 100, I love my squad cause I know they gon' kill for me

And when I die, let them hatin' ass niggas come through

Cause I know they gon' feel for me

And my hoes get a kiss

Cause they know they’ll never meet a nigga as real as me

I’m the youngest and the realest and the hottest

With a style these niggas tryna steal from me, huh?

I want the finer things

I wanna ride foreign cars and rock designer jeans

I wanna see my whole squad on the top with me

Straight from the block with me

Money is everything, money is everything

Bitches don’t mean shit to me

Give a fuck 'bout nothin' but countin' these hundreds

Don’t show no sympathy

Y’all niggas gettin' money and your team ain’t stuntin'

That don’t make sense to me

Money is everything

I want the finer things, foreigns and designer jeans